"How could it be Lance!" Eve hurriedly snatched the roster from the guard next to her, and saw that the list read "Lance Loxalin". Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the same time, Veronica, who was sitting in the ordinary VIP seat, also looked at the list of matches next to her.

Two girls who didn't pay attention to a knight competition because of their own reasons. But because of Lance's name, their hearts trembled instantly.

Both Eve and Veronica hurriedly stood up and looked at the center of the arena in unison.

The figure was right, a thin but strong body, carrying a linen coarse cloth backpack sewn by Veronica's own hands, wearing gray-white linen clothes, and the red pupils that were unusually obvious in the sun. It's just that the broken sword in the hand was replaced by a competition sword with the symbol.

There was a subtle smile of relief on Eve's lips, but Veronica's face showed a palpable look of anger.

Eve stood nervously in front of the fence and watched the arena, her hands clutching her skirt tightly, her brow furrowed as she watched the game, and her heart kept praying to the goddess of justice.

Lance on the field had no idea what was happening in the audience. His attention was all in front of the formidable enemy in front of him.

When Sir Hank Hope walked up to Reims, the audience let out a roar of amazement. I thought that Sir Hank was 1.9 meters tall, and the muscles of his whole body were like boulders in the Coast Mountains, and the chain mail on his body seemed to be about to collapse.

Compared to Lance's height of 1.7 meters, and the swaying chain mail on his body, which is obviously one size larger, makes Lance look like a little civet cat in front of the tiger.

The host smiled and commented: "In my opinion, there is no suspense in this game. Just by height, they are not a heavyweight. It seems that I don't need to explain the next boring time. ”

Although the host looked at him with a sneer, Lance ignored it. He simply raised his sword and took a deep breath, trying to calm his troubled mood.

General Alvin said he had only helped Reims get two or three games in the group stage. And the first game of this group stage is completely dependent on their own real skills.

Losing one and winning two games would still be second in the group to reach the semi-finals, but that would be a bigger risk for the other group winners. So in order to be able to make it easier in the semi-finals, Lance had only one belief in his heart: he must win!

At this time, Sir Hank sneered, "Lance, I knew your name before. ”

"Huh?" Lance looked curiously at Sir Hank.

"Wonder why I know your name?" said Sir Hank, smiling evilly, "you humiliated my young master last night. Today I am ordered to come and go to your dog's life. ”

"What!" it occurred to Lance that the curtain had just reported that this Sir Hank was from the county of Clay.

"You were sent by Edward?"

"That's right, if you are killed in the martial arts arena, you will not be responsible!"

As soon as the words fell, before Lance's eyes could react, a storm sounded in his ears. Sir Hank struck a heavy slash with a powerful force that swept up the mountain and rolled up a powerful sword wind.

Lance hurriedly raised his sword to block, and at the same time dodged sideways almost as if he was taking refuge, finally barely avoiding the blade, and at the same time, using his strength to drain Sir Hank's powerful force.

But even so, the terrifying residual strength shook Lance's tiger mouth and tore a small hole, and blood flowed down the hilt of Lance's sword.

The audience exclaimed, and Eve and Veronica's hearts were pinched hard at the same time. At this time, all the joy, surprise, relief, anger, dissatisfaction, and complaints of the two girls were transformed into pinpoint fingertips-like worries.

The host shouted excitedly: "What a blow to 'open the mountain and resplit'." This is Sir Hank's signature move. It's so beautiful. The timid knight of Lance had no choice but to flee for his life. But I'm already surprised that he was able to take this trick and not fall down. ”

Sir Hank slowly put away his two-handed sword and sneered, "Yes, there are not many people who can block my first attack. But then you don't have much of a chance. ”

As soon as the words fell, Sir Hank, who was like rolling thunder, charged again, and made several moves with a face, completely squeezing Lance's poor living space in terms of sword edge and momentum.

As Sir Hank's two-handed sword swung again and again, the audience let out a burst of terrified shouts. They didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if this one was cut on themselves.

"Boy, don't you admit defeat? You can't win me!"

"Hmph, where do you get your confidence? You move like a stupid cow, Hank. You're Alzheimer's. ”

"You! ”

Faced with Sir Hank, who was approaching, Lance did not run away. Instead, he stuck to Sir Hank's sword.

The host shouted: "Sir Hank is too good, this round of dazzling attacks has completely left Reims Knight helpless, and can only wander around like a pathetic mouse." ”

Although the host explained this, Lance actually has his own plans.

In terms of swordsmanship and strength, Lance is inferior to the battle-hardened Sir Hank, but Eve told him that the shorter the weapon, the more the battle distance must be reduced, so that the advantage of the opponent's long weapon is lost.

And Lance, holding a one-handed sword, naturally chose this tactic. And with the skill-based swordsmanship of "Herlan Swordsmanship" in "Swordsmanship Overview", it is easy to make Lance's sword swim without attacking, consume the opponent, and look for opportunities.

After dodging round after round of domineering sword blades, Sir Hank's forehead gradually oozed sweat, and he breathed rapidly. But Lance didn't swim and didn't fight, saving a lot of physical strength.

"Sir Hank seems to be tired, but I believe that sooner or later Knight Reims will be just a piece of meat on his lips!" the host continued to stubbornly explain.

But the audience was already a little shaken, and they were completely captivated by the excitement of this duel. With a weak body, Lance challenged a powerful enemy several times his size, and after dozens of moves, he still did not fall behind. Looking at the scene, it is not certain who is the prey.

Sir Hank tried his best to slash at Lance again, but it was nothing more than a haphazard struggle for Lance.

"Sir Hank is about to make a final attack! Victory will belong to Han ......" just as the host was about to read out the name of the victor he had speculated. To the surprise of everyone present, a scene appeared.

I saw Lance take advantage of the situation to dodge sideways, go around to Sir Hank's back, and then use all his strength with his sword to slam Sir Hank's back.

There was a crisp loud sound of "pop", and Sir Hank, who was tall and tall, ate and fell heavily in the middle of the arena.

The loud "boom" sound seemed to be like a city wall collapsing. Huge amounts of smoke and dust surrounded this once-seemingly formidable opponent.

"Belongs to the Knight of Reims!" the host hurriedly changed his words:

"It's incredible! It's incredible! Knight Reims has defeated the legend of the arena, 'Iron Bone Hank'. This is definitely the biggest upset of the game! Citizens, let's cheer for Sir Lance Locksalen! Remember this lad from Menice on the border!"

Suddenly, the entire arena erupted in applause and cheers like an earthquake and tsunami. People chanted the same name - "Reims".

The voices of the audience soared into the sky, one after another, and endlessly, announcing to the gods the names of the new warriors of Idiris.